The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
The mansion had, after all, been dead to the world for quite a while. So any people watching wouldn't quite be watching intently. Even if they had, however, they wouldn't see the figure stealthily move through the building, looking for any signs of life that could be found.
This didn't last long, though. After scouring for any source of hope, Cassiel moved down to the underground areas of the mansion. It had taken him a few days, but he managed to get the generators online, enough to power Cerebro and enough of the immediate area that he could live off of the emergency sessions.
Three sensor-shielded rooms were now the 'inhabited' portion of the Institute. It would be a fairly poor base of operations for a team to work out of... but fortunately, his operations didn't require him to leave.
Cass pulled off the helmet and staggered away from Cerebro. "God..." he muttered
A three-foot robot that he'd managed to find unharmed in the storage unit came scuttling over. "Do youuuuuuu need anything, Caaaaaaassiel?" it asked, following him into the little living area he'd set up for himself in the War Room.
"Yeah. Cloak and head into town to get me some supplies, Elvis. As long as I'm here, you're my main means of keeping myself fed. Got it?"
"Undeeeeeeeeerrrstood. This uuuuuuuunit will return with aaaaadequate living supppplies."
The robot vanished from sight, and Cass felt a twinge of guilt at sending it to rob a store for him. Still, this was a desperate situation. His thoughts turned to the people who were left in that camp. Emmy... Jamal... Ruby... Sarah... Tricity... God, what happened to Tristan!? He gritted his teeth as he lay down, still a bit shaky after the exertion. He wished, again, that Daria were already there to help him. Right now, with everyone else locked up, he WAS the X-Men. He thought for a moment, then pulled a remote access for Cerebro off of a makeshift table he had. "Access code, Cassiel 996. Begin passive, low-energy scans for all mutants in the immediate area, cross-checking against mutants already on file." A beep acknowledged that the request would be carried out. With luck, he'd be able to find some students, or dare he hope, X-Men, who had escaped. He might even find some he didn't know who would be interested in signing up to the cause.
With that last, vaguely hopeful thought, he let sleep claim him.
Mike yawned, rolling groggily out of bed, and nearly jumped as he found Elvis waiting, not moving an inch, right in front of his face. In the corner of the room were several boxes of easy-prepare, won't-go-bad food, several jugs of water, a couple hot plates and a few pots. "Good job, Elvis. Hand me the Cerebro access pad, could you?"
"Do yooooooooou need anyyyyyyyyyything else, Caaaaaaaaaaaaassiel?" Mike once again wished that he had the technical know-how to fix the malfunction in the robot's speech processes.
"No, I just need to..." he trailed off, looking at the report that Cerebro had compiled while he slept. No... that's impossible. I'd have sensed... Oh hell, the whole thing is psi-shielded, how could I be so... He nearly knocked Elvis over as he tore down the hall, the little robot scurrying after him, slurring questions that Cass ignored. Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god...
He came to a pile of rubble blocking the hall he needed to go down. Without even pausing, he sent a telekinetic blast through it, reducing it to a cloud of dust. Oh my god... oh my god...
He stood outside the Danger Room, seeing that even the reinforced ceiling had caved in here. Frowning, he focused his telekinesis and thrust the ruined ceiling back up, bringing the lone mansion survivors into view.
They had all hurried into the back corner, afraid that the noise meant that the ceiling was collapsing further. Amidst various emergency supply crates, the Doc was crouching over Janie, Tristan, and two other young students that Cass didn't immediately recognize.
"Doc! Kids! Get out, now!" Cass called. The supply crates rose into the air, following the five formerly trapped mutants into the hall, before Cass dropped the cieling and followed them.
He panted slightly from his panic, then without even hesitating threw a one armed hug around the Doc and allowed Janie to latch herself around his waist. "Oh my God... I can't believe... Oh, thank God..." Mike whispered.
After sending Elvis for some more suitable supplies, Mike took Tristan from the Doc and, amidst discussion of what had happened and what WAS happening, they all made their way back toward the War Room.
Posted by ladyspade on Dec 21, 2007 20:51:23 GMT -6
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Daria used her mental connection with Mike to find where he was. When she teleported to the war room he was busying himself with helping the refugees, calming them down, healing their wounds, and handling general discomforts. She smiled even though the mood in the room didn't warrant it.
"And now my day is completely better," he said with a grin, setting down the bowl of instant oatmeal he was feeding Tristan and transferring the baby to his other knee. He leaned over and kissed her. "I invited guests, dear, I hope you don't mind," he teased.
Posted by ladyspade on Dec 21, 2007 21:10:45 GMT -6
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Daria sat across from him. "It's perfectly fine." She pulled her legs up onto the seat and squatted, tickling Tristan with her tail. He giggled and wriggled around in Mike's arms before she left him alone so he could eat.
"I went looking around." she explained as she removed her bag. It only had her laptop in it so she set it down gently. "I couldn't find anything. And my nose is amazing, if I didn't smell anything the intruders and their traces are long gone. However, I'm thinking about setting up a more high tech tracking system than my instincts." She smiled, Mike looked so cute with the baby.
"I saw Elvis...um...well u know how much I hate that thing, always freaked me out. Now that the green stones are gone we need to trash him."
Mike winced. "Elvis is... helping me. We can't go moving around freely right now, so what better to use than a robot that can cloak itself? He's out getting supplies right now for everyone else, and... well," he gestured to the pile of supplies. "He's pretty efficient." He smiled down at Tristan, then held him out so Daria could hold their godson for a while.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 22, 2007 0:41:22 GMT -6
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Chip had tried several times to move the rubble and free them, but his telekinesis was very undeveloped; he soon decided he'd best not make things worse.
By the time Cassiel and Daria arrived and freed them, he was just happy to be able to do something other than sit and wait around. The Xmen were like older brothers and sisters to most of the Mansion kids, so he was thrilled to see them. His happiness faded quickly, however as they were brought up to date with the current world situation. While the others spied out the rest of the Mansion, Chip went to his room, struggling to move some of the debris from his door.
Sometime later he returned down the stairs, holding what looked like a portable Discman, except with several wires hanging from its insides. He was so focused on his contraption, several other metallic items floated in a halo above his head without him realizing it.
"I saw Elvis...um...well u know how much I hate that thing, always freaked me out. Now that the green stones are gone we need to trash him."
"Elvis is... helping me. We can't go moving around freely right now, so what better to use than a robot that can cloak itself? He's out getting supplies right now for everyone else, and... well, he's pretty efficient."
"Want me to fix that glitch?" Chip offered, coming in on the tail end of the conversation, not realizing he might be eavesdropping. The thirteen year old crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out at the baby, to make him giggle, then added. "I could give fit him with a hologenerator too, so he doesn't need to hide. Oh! And a camera, so we can see what he sees. Well, maybe. If I can find the right parts for it. Oh! I'll bet I can canabalize the microwave. Oh, wait, we need that.... um.... hmm....."
The little asian mutant thought deeply to figure out this puzzle, his face contorting sillily as he came up with and discarded various solutions. He didn't even realize how comical he was.
Mike smiled. "You talk that over with my lovely partner-in-crime here... she's the techy-type, not me. Now..." he stood up, kissing Daria on the cheek. "I have work to do. I want to check on Emmy, see if I can find anything else that's going on in that damned camp."
Posted by ladyspade on Dec 22, 2007 8:32:19 GMT -6
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Daria laughed. "Fine if we have to keep him." She took Tristan in her arms and tickled him again. He laughed and whined a bit. "Someone needs to burp."
She put the little kid over her shoulder and rubbed his back turning to Mike as he excused himself. "Tell Emmy I said hi, I think I owe her a bike or something." she laughed.
"I don't think we've met, Chip. I'm Daria, second in command of the Xmen. I've been gone for a little while, long story, don't ask." She smiled and it was obvious she was very friendly. "You're a techy?" She flicked her cat ears as Tristan tried to grab them. When he couldn't he reached for her tail.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 22, 2007 15:40:25 GMT -6
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Chip grinned brightly. "Yep! I can build or fix almost anything, if I have the parts. And I'm going to be a Jedi Xmen! I mean, the Force is just telekinesis, right?" he declared happily. The bits floating above his head showed that he had that ability as well. "Miss Tipper won't let me in the Danger Room yet, though. She said I'm too young, but I don't think she trusts me around the computers." He continued to smile, as if the restriction was simply a minor setback.
"Did Miss Tipper get rounded up too?" That question did manage to put a damper on the boy's smile, but only momentarily. As long as someone was on the outside, Chip had full confidence that the others would be freed quickly.
Posted by ladyspade on Dec 22, 2007 18:17:44 GMT -6
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Daria smiled at Chip as he spoke. "An aspiring X-men huh? well you've definitely come to the right place. I'm sure you'll be up and fighting alongside us any time. In the mean time take a PE course, some of them make use of the Danger room." Tristan let out a loud belch which shocked Daria a bit.
"How old are you anyway?" she asked politely.
"I don't know about Tricity but I'm sure she's fine, hon." Daria showed no doubt in the strength of her mentor. "She's amazing."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 22, 2007 19:00:36 GMT -6
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"Thirteen," he replied with a proud nod. He let go of the dismantled CD, and it floated up to join the others, while he bent to try and pull something out of the rubble. He grimaced a bit at the PE suggestion.
"Blech! Hate gym. Except.... runnin-Ooof!!" His sentence was cut off as the item pulled free with a jerk, toppling him backwards.
"I don't know about Tricity but I'm sure she's fine, hon. She's amazing."
"I hope so," he replied, sitting up. He held up what looked like it had once been part of a metal picture frame. "Yeah she is." His grin returned and stood up, and put on a pair of what looked like gardening gloves.
He looked up at the items above his head, and pulled two of them down. One was a set of old-fashioned headphones, minus the earbuds, and sporting a collection of mismatched lenses from discarded glasses. The other resembled a metal toothbrush with the skinny end bent at an angle. He put on the headphones, and pulled two grey-green tinted lenses over his eyes, one round, one triangle. Then he sat back down, back to Daria and the baby, and snapped on the mini-blowtorch.
"Hey, are the DR computers accessible? Is there a way to find out what those giant robots were?"
Posted by ladyspade on Dec 22, 2007 19:29:33 GMT -6
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Daria switched Tristan on her shoulders so that he was farther away from Chip and the blow torch. She was sure the kid could handle himself but everyone's powers went awry sometimes; you could never tell.
"The robots that attacked the school? Quite possibly. I'll put Tristan down for a nap and go check, I suppose." After a moment's pause she turned to him. "Want to come with me?"
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Dec 22, 2007 23:22:37 GMT -6
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"You bet I would!" The blow torch shut off and returned to its place in the floating halo as she stood up. "Lemme go get my toolkit!" He took off back to his room at a flat out run, jumping the various bits of debris like hurdles.
Not much later he returned in the same fashion, except this time he was wearing a white, makeshift utility belt, and had on a brown vest with many pockets, some of them with their contents poking out randomly. He still had the altered headphones on, and a toy lightsaber hanging from his belt, that looked suspiciously lifelike.
"Ready!" he announced cheerily. He'd hacked into the Danger Room computers on a number of occasions, but for some reason actually having permission to access them was more thrilling.